Actually, if she were to truly lose her temper and scold, it wouldn’t be so bad. But she always appeared so calm and detached, as if nothing anyone said could anger her, as if she didn’t care at all. Others’ rage and resentment meant nothing to her, and even when she uttered words that cut deep, she still seemed like an untarnished celestial, while in contrast, one felt like a mere mortal. All the anger and hatred was like punching cotton—exerting force but achieving nothing. In fact, compared to her, she was like a drifting white cloud in the sky, beautiful and admired by all, while you were just mud on the ground, lowly and ashamed, not even worthy to lift your head. How could anyone not feel furious, not feel humiliated?
Claire Yi had always wanted to forget that nightmare and feared Damien Gray would discover the truth. So she never mentioned it and refused to even think about it. Now, with Morgan Shangguan’s words, she suddenly understood: everyone in the manor knew her, and the servants wouldn’t dare act recklessly. How could anyone have taken advantage of her when she was delirious? It was Morgan Shangguan who orchestrated everything!
"It was you!" Hatred deepened in her eyes as she turned to Damien Gray, crying, "Senior brother, don’t be fooled by her anymore! She… she actually let someone…" The rest of her words stuck in her throat. She least wanted Damien Gray to know what had happened; if he found out, she’d never be worthy of him again!
It had to be said, she was completely deceiving herself. What happened had already happened—did she really think that if Damien Gray didn’t know, she’d still be worthy of him?
Morgan Shangguan’s lips curled slightly as she spoke gently, "Miss Yi, if I hadn’t found a man to help you, you’d already be bleeding from all seven orifices." That was no ordinary aphrodisiac!
Of course, in truth, she wasn’t so kindhearted. She simply thought it’d be a shame for Claire Yi to die so easily. To put it bluntly, letting her die so simply would be letting her off too easily. If Morgan and Damien hadn’t been busy with their own contest, Claire wouldn’t have survived so comfortably for this long!
Seeing Claire Yi’s face grow even paler at her words, Morgan paused, then asked with feigned confusion, "I don’t understand why Miss Yi would take an aphrodisiac for no reason. Was she trying to use it to commit suicide?"
Maxwell Jing stifled his laughter again. Suicide by aphrodisiac? Only the Princess Consort could say such a thing, and with that slightly puzzled, utterly unconcerned expression!
"I…" Claire Yi’s gaze darted away, finally recalling why she’d used the drug in the first place. Damien surely knew she’d tried to drug him, and now that he knew she’d lost her chastity, how would he see her? Would he ever want her again?
Damien Gray glanced at Morgan Shangguan, lips curling. Before, he’d only wanted to win her over and hadn’t cared about Claire Yi’s fate. But now, he couldn’t let her go so easily. With a look, Maxwell Jing stepped forward again.
A scream rang out again, even more wretched than before. Earlier, Claire Yi’s limbs had twisted in unnatural ways—they’d been broken. But now, her arms and legs hung limply, clearly shattered beyond repair.
Claire Yi’s face was drenched in cold sweat, her cheeks streaked with indistinguishable tears and perspiration. Sharp pain radiated from every limb, overwhelming her. She thought she was dying, yet her mind remained painfully clear.
All thanks to Maxwell Jing’s kick!
Damien Gray seemed in no hurry, absentmindedly stroking Morgan Shangguan’s hair as he watched Claire Yi’s agony with an expressionless face. Morgan simply rested quietly in his arms, saying nothing and showing no impatience.
For a moment, the room was terrifyingly silent. After a while, Claire Yi seemed to recover a bit, her eyes locking onto Damien Gray. Her voice, hoarse and trembling from her earlier screams, cried out, "I love you so much, and yet you treat me like this!" Her face was twisted with pain, drained of color, making her look utterly frightening.
At her words, a trace of mockery flashed in Damien Gray’s eyes, as if he found it amusing. His tone carried a hint of laughter, but remained cold as ever. "Other than pretending to be gentle in front of me, what else have you done? If you’re so useless, don’t act as if you’re so noble—it’s disgusting!" He even frowned, clearly repulsed. His gaze toward Claire Yi was not only icy, but now also tinged with contempt.
No one expected Damien Gray to be so sharp-tongued! Morgan Shangguan raised her brows and said, "I don’t think I’ve done much either." He’d always been the one clinging to her—she really hadn’t done anything remarkable!
Damien Gray kissed her lips, his face full of warmth. He replied softly, "As long as I do something, you don’t need to do anything."
Maxwell Jing shook his head from the sidelines. This was a complete double standard!
Claire Yi said sadly, "How could you say that about me? I almost lost my life for you!"
Damien Gray suddenly let out a cold laugh, his tone even more frigid. "Stop always bringing up how you saved my life. If you hadn’t thought it was fun to put Master’s medicine in the food and made me unable to use my inner strength, would I have needed you to save me?" He’d even been unconscious for three days from the aftereffects—if Master hadn’t returned to the valley in time, he would’ve died!
He only tolerated her out of respect for Master, letting her use her so-called life-saving favor to make unreasonable demands. He’d already been patient enough!
But that didn’t mean he’d keep tolerating her forever!
Not to mention, she wasn’t even truly his savior. And even if she had saved him, so what? He didn’t care about being ungrateful—he only knew he wouldn’t let anyone harm the woman in his arms!
Even if Claire Yi had saved his life, sparing him from death, her attempt to kill Morgan Shangguan was far worse—she wanted him to suffer a fate worse than death. That was not the same at all!
He was the Demon Child. The reason Demon Children were both good and evil was because they followed only their own will, never caring about so-called morality. If his actions happened to be righteous, it was only because he wanted to do them; if they defied morality, it was simply because he wished it so.
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